Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iceland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Arcadia to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The Blues Magoos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sight & Sound,
Howard Jones,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arab on Radar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cure,
Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
Agitation Free,
Symarip,
the Association,
the Bar-Kays,
Television,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Remains,
The Knickerbockers,
Procol Harum,
Zero Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Divine Comedy,
Kurtis Blow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barrington Levy,
Outsiders,
Simply Red,
Skarface,
Radio Birdman,
Arcadia,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hot Snakes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Urselle,
LL Cool J,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Toasters,
Monolake,
The Beau Brummels,
Fear,
the Swans,
Easy Going,
Deadbeat,
John Cale,
Pagans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Stooges,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scratch Acid,
Dennis Brown,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.